EMBER’S POV
Rafael’s property looks like something ripped from a magazine I couldn’t afford to buy.
Queenie lets out a low whistle of appreciation, and I can’t blame her. The place is even more stunning up close.
“Okay,” she says, turning in a slow circle. “I take back every mean thing I’ve ever thought about Rafael Montenegro. This is crazy.”
“I’ll pass along your compliments,” Rafael says smoothly as he now led the group. “The main lodge has dinner and entertainment. The cabins are for sleeping.” He gestures toward the largest of the smaller structures, a three-bedroom affair with smoke already rising from its chimney. “Ladies, that one is yours. Knox, you’re in the cabin to the east. I’m in the one to the west. And Nathaniel—”
“Security cabin near the lodge,” Nathaniel finishes, hi
